The banks of a stream do not own the water that flows past them,
The cliffs do not own the waves that break on them,
The birds do not own the wind upon which they ride,
The corn does not own the summer in which it ripens,
Nor the harvest that it yields.
The cliffs do not own the waves that break on them,
The birds do not own the wind upon which they ride,
The corn does not own the summer in which it ripens,
Nor the harvest that it yields.
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